![]() ![]() (Radiohead asked many of the same questions on “Kid A,” which was released in 2000.) Most people know instinctively that staring at Instagram for hours on end, dead-eyed and increasingly embittered, is less meaningful than spending time with family and friends. The band’s previous record, 2017’s “Everything Now,” was an indictment of digital culture and our hunger for “infinite content”-worthy adversaries, certainly, except that, by then, the toxicity of those forces already felt like old news. Yet, for a brief while, Arcade Fire-which was formed in Montreal, in 2001, and is fronted by the married duo of Win Butler and Régine Chassagne, with Richard Reed Parry, Tim Kingsbury, Jeremy Gara, and, until recently, Win’s brother, Will Butler-veered away from grandeur in favor of a more cerebral and lightly scolding approach. ![]() It’s tough to think of another band that’s as formally concerned with (or as preternaturally adept at) enabling full-body catharsis, and it’s tough to imagine another moment in which this sweaty, hyper-intimate brand of absolution might be more welcome. If you’ve ever driven a little too fast on the highway-all your earthly belongings wedged into the trunk, cheap sunglasses on, hair blowing everywhere, booking it from somewhere to somewhere else-you likely have a sense of the gasping exhilaration Arcade Fire specializes in. It’s evident within the opening minute of “The Lightning I, II,” a vigorous, urging single from Arcade Fire’s excellent sixth album, “WE,” that the band has returned-prodigally, ardently-to the hard-charging sound that once made its live shows resemble tent revivals.
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